Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' Rims 4bricks

[Dame + Parlae]
How y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!)
You be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!)
You be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)
you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)
I be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)

I got bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

Dash]
Nigga I hustle, nigga I get money!
I can get money anything!

I got them for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame
I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin are y'all?

yeah...
I'm posted in tip (Tip)
And my homeboy
Blew an ounce of kush (Kush)
In my john jones
I got the for the low (Low)
smokin plenty optimos
Tryna a quick flip, like my patna Maceo
I'm on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa...
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a blocks....
(all that man, I a fo, a duece)
It started in that temp, flippin by them O-Z's

On the hill wit shit from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I fulfill order
you nigga's wanna order?
06' Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth! cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the
I break one down, and the rest goin for the

I got them bricks for the and the purp by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

Dash]
Now see I like the shit these is talkin
Real recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm wit em, Hey!

I got them for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go

[Dame
I got houses in different nigga!
Nigga I did my trips in London, that?
Fuck is wit ya'll?!?

[Jizzal
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the general
Bricks up like, cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, So I never twurk, and bust
My workers on the block, So the work even gotta touch
My money in stacks (Stacks)
And I just how to get it man
A low profile, might be a Honda Civic man
You'll never know it's me, but a got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp
Connects so (Sweet)
And I'm wit tha curribeans'
They come cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans'
Supplyin', whole towns, counters, in the projects
Tryna my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
For you nigga's that to pop (Pop)
You know I got them too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels
shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this tha Franchize!

I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

Dash + Jim Jones]
Nigga's get a dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)
Nigga I made my first million I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)

I got bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

[Jim
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
Like fuck it, tell keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin drunk blowin wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
Spendin a couple K's up in (Right...)
Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Life!)
I'm so icy, and I think they me (Like Me)
Seven Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
The cars got they eyes poppin' (Daammnn....)
And you can see the stars the ride droppin

Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack than a curb, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye wit me)
I'm iced out, and keep snow, an eskimo
And the show's slow (Show's slow)
I cook extra (Extra blow)
Put the whip game on it, get some extra (Extra Dough)
Keep the cars pullin up, it's Texaco (Texaco)
I can it get stiff, like dead people
Keep my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg (Egg Beater)
And ya bank account? shit, my pocket fare (Pocket Fare)
Residue on my clothes, it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear)
I can beat it my....
I treat the like Tina, And I beat it like I....
And I tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens I came from a farm man

I got them bricks for the high and the by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

Dash]
You see how I get wit the get down
I got a car for everyday of the week
And two other for the weekends, nigga fuck is wrong wit you?!?

I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame
Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga I can sell I wanna sell!!
I done sold muthafuckin music, shit was easy!!
Roc-A-Fella and sold it!!
I can get in fashion, that shit was nuthin!!
In five years I started that shit, sold my for Thirty Million!!!
And let's watch the fuck is gonna be now!!!